He rocks me forward and supports me before I feel something pressing against my little sissy pussy. It opens me and enters, making me moan in delight ...n being filled. My nipples get pulled on fiercely, the force appears to be above me. I feel something around my neck, a collar, and it gets pulled tight before something forces my head back. The collar is being held by something attached to the floor, it can't move and I have to stay deep on the dildo to breathe reasonably well, but doing so. He shifted the tanks on his back, and they settled more comfortably. He had the re-breather, of course, but there was too much risk that it would be torn away in the current to rely on that small, simple device.He moved south around the end of the peninsula, and then headed northwest-by-north, towards the private berth near the Bristol Yacht Club.The Sure Shot, Bristol, Rhode Island0930, October 27, 2012The Sure Shot was a ninety-two foot motor yacht that nominally belonged to Thomas Worth, son. When I turned around the woman was standing behind me completely naked. My eyes met hers then moved down her body stopping at those great tits, then her tummy, then her not so hairy golden bush. "I want you, I want to make love to you" She stammered. "May I touch you" I said as I reached to touch those tits. Her nipples were small and got hard as I caressed her breast. "I have never done this, please don't think I am easy, I just want a real man to take me..." she stuttered. "But your husband. He had died three years earlier, but Sara’s mother was still very much around. David didn’t know much about his other grandparents. Sara’s “man” had been a real African, and gone back when he left her. David had been three the last time he saw his father. His brother was two years older, nineteen, and going to college part time. Very part time, but Sara was pleased he was going at all. Karl worked about thirty hours a week in a hardware store. He sometimes lived at home, sometimes with.